About Last Night

Last Night

This is not Poetry
The Nights aren't silent any more
Bars across the windows and locks on the doors.
There you must stay till morning comes.


This is not Poetry
They say the stars shine at night,
Through the window grid my neighbour-
blinds me with his security lights

This is not Poetry
The Nights are not silent any more
Buzzing insects and grinding engines,
Dogs hawling and OPC banging per hour
Evil agents prowl: our gates in chains

This is not Poetry
Roof, more roofs shield my skies
What does the moon look like...I forgot.
Did the stars come out tonight?

This is not Poetry
The night is hot and my neighbor's baby cries
Their generators just like mine have run out of petrol
Poor little thing, if only NEPA could hear

This is not poetry
The air smells of fume, and the atmosphere smell of fear
The streets are littered with rodents so the bats and cats are on patrol

This is not poetry
This is me telling you why I'm up by 2 AM typing this.
The night alone on my bed taste the least, solitary
I've lost the taste to sleep-there is no more I can do but this...

This is not Poetry, this is Lamentation
The Night has lost her beauty.

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